Funny Face (1957)
Dick Avery: When I get through with you, you'll look like... What do you call beautiful? A tree. You'll look like a tree.
Dick Avery: You ARE mad, aren't you?
Jo Stockton: No, I'm not mad. I... I'm hurt and disappointed and... and mad.
Dick Avery: Now when I say "go," walk down with fire in your eyes and murder on your mind.
[Dick kisses Jo]
Jo Stockton: Why did you do that?
Dick Avery: Empathy. I put myself in your place and I felt that you wanted to be kissed.
Jo Stockton: I'm afraid you put yourself in the WRONG place. I have no desire to be kissed, by you or anyone else.
Maggie Prescott: Duval, please! I can't hear myself think, and I'm trying to think in French!
Maggie Prescott: She put herself in your place. All you have to do is put yourself in her place, and the two of you are BOUND to run into each other in SOMEBODY'S place.
Maggie Prescott: The Quality Woman must have grace, elegance and pizazz.
Dick Avery: Every girl on every page of Quality has grace, elegance, and pizazz. Now, what's wrong with bringing out a girl who has character, spirit, and intelligence?
Dovitch: That certainly would be novel in a fashion magazine.
Jo Stockton: Suppose we just leave my bones alone and... and give me my $53.95?
Dick Avery: Livin' is easy. Livin' is high. All good Americans should come here to die.
Dick Avery: Professor, I love every broken bone in your body.
Maggie Prescott: [looking for signs of intellect] Marion, dear... what are you reading?
Marion: [holds up comic book] "Minutemen from Mars"!
Maggie Prescott: Lettie, take an editorial! "To the women of America...!" No, make it to the women everywhere. "Banish the black, burn the blue, and bury the beige. From now on, girls, think pink!"
Jo Stockton: What about these pictures?
Dick Avery: Well, we're using this shop as a background for some fashion pictures for Quality Magazine.
Jo Stockton: I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this. Dr. Post would never approve. She doesn't approve of fashion magazines. It's chichi and an unrealistic approach to self-impressions as well as economics.
Dick Avery: We want to sit at your feet and learn. We have so much to learn.
Maggie Prescott: We sit at your feet humble and ignorant but so willing.
Jo Stockton: Look, you two just leave his feet alone.
Jo Stockton: How could I be a model? I have no illusions about my looks - I think my face looks funny.
Maggie Prescott: [talking about the newest edition of her magazine] This is just paper. And if I send paper to the American woman, I will have let her down! Oh, yes. D for down, D for dreary, and D for dull and for depressing and dismal and deadly!
Maggie Prescott: Oh, she's just filled with virtues, isn't she? Only she's not wasting any of them on us.
Dick Avery: Let me show you something.
[Serving wine and speaking in a friendly tone]
Dick Avery: Gentlemen: may I take this opportunity to tell you that you look like a mess of worms? And that you not only look like a mess of worms, but you ARE a mess of worms. And I'll bet you've been sitting at this table all these years because if you ever left it you'd be picked up on a vagrancy charge.
Old French men: [Nod and smile in enthusiastic agreement]
Dick Avery: Your defense rests.